Onesided

 

Some say that loving alone is unrequited love. I am alone feeling your soul and hand-knitting a sweater with a pattern I know you will love. I don't love alone, I can only feel you alone. In the moments of our love, you once let out a long sigh or changed a picture just for me. I remember those times. I want to feel the longing of being alone, so I go to romantic seaside cafes. There is a beautiful view and music is playing. Like seagulls who can't speak, we love like that.


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